“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Easy; while poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be … prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs … to a manuscript … a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing … education … and in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, @chachomanopapa, on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.